A/N-
I'm going to write this now so I don't have to write it again.
I do not own One Piece, it belongs to Oda-San.
I had eaten all the food that Oni-San had packed in the small rowboat. It had been weeks since I had left the island. I had spent most of my time looking down into the water, watching the patterns that the moving salt water formed.
I dragged my fingers through the seawater, wetting my fingers. The chain bracelet the my seven-year old brother had bought for me. I sniffled, a single tear falling into the water. I missed him. I missed his friends, my island, I missed having someone to talk to.
I hadn't left the North Blue, yet. My brother wanted me to get as far away from our island as possible. I intended to do that.
All of a sudden, I heard a noise. I shot up, looking around. It was the sound of a ship.
I had eaten the Oto-Oto Devil Fruit(Sound-Sound) and could hear things from a long way off. But since I was only four, my powers were limited. Brother told me that when I got older, my powers would grow stronger.
I clenched my fist, the metal of the bracelet digging into my skin.
A marine ship was now towering over my little sailboat, the shadow putting me in darkness.
"Girl!" A marine yelled down. "You wear a Jolly Roger! Are you a pirate? What is your name?"
I looked down past my white and brown scarf, to the yellow and black sign smiling up at me.
"Toriko." I lied.
My real name was Yuka, but I was taught never to tell people who I didn't trust my name.
"And are you a pirate?"
I didn't answer. Brother and I had vowed to become pirates when we were older. But we weren't real pirates-not yet.
"Arrest her! We're going to go meet ______ at Copper Island!" (There is a blank there for a reason, you aren't supposed to know who it is - only the characters. 'Copper Island' is Yuka's island.)
My eyes widened. He - that sorry excuse for a man - was the reason I had been sent away from my island and my family.
"NO!" I screamed. "YOU CAN'T TAKE ME THERE!"
Circular pulses erupted from my hands, shooting towards the marines.
"What?" The original one of them exclaimed, watching as his comrades fell to the ground - dead.
"GO HOME!!!" I screeched, the circles coming out of my mouth this time.
The man fell over, clutching his ears.
Sensing my job was gone(he was the only one still standing), I turned the rudder, going around the marine vessel.
I wasn't going back unless my brother told me to. And he told me to go away from Copper. So away from Copper I would go.
The sun was setting now. It was something I had grown used to see-except on nights with storms. Those nights, I curled up into a ball and waited until the storm blew itself out.
Tonight was luckily not one of those nights. But I was still hungry. My stomach was making noises at me, making me poke it immaturely. But I had an excuse - seeing as I was only four. I fell asleep looking at the sky last night, as I had for many nights. A tear rolled down my cheek.
???'s POV
'Well would you look at that. A girl all alone. Still young too. Now that I look at it, she's perfect for my next experiment!'
I pulled up my boat next to hers, and lifted her into my rowboat, including the bag she clutched.
I smirked at her sleeping figure.
'She's a pretty little thing, isn't she?'
I rowed all the way to the remote island I lived on. I named the small island - Mirage Island. Only I knew it existed. I picked up the girl and carried her to my lab. A small bracelet jingled on her wrist. She bore the mark of a pirate, but I had never seen the Roger before so it was fine.
I laid her on an operating table and sifted through my potions. Frog DNA, cat DNA, snake DNA; none of them seemed to fit. I smirked as I found the perfect one. Hawk DNA. I had always admired hawks in the past. The way their wings curved, to the sharp glint of their slick pupils - I was in love at first sight.
Without a second thought, I took the sweatshirt off and I plunged the syringe into the small child's arm.
Yuka's POV
The first thing that I registered was pain. It was ripping through my body in waves, the pain increasing with each round. I could only barely register the tears streaming down my face, or how raw my throat was becoming from all of my screamed.
"MAKE IT STOOOOOOP!!!" Was my repeated shout.
It was as if someone had poured acid all over my body, it seeped into my skin, mixed with my bloodstream, started eating away my innards, got pulled out, and repeated. It was NOT a good feeling.
'Think about something other than the pain!' I screamed inwardly.
The first thing that came to mind was big brother. So I focused on his eyes. They were a stormy gray, probably thinking ahead to something. He was always good at that. I didn't do that often, which resulted in me getting in loads of trouble. If I looked closer, I could see flecks of what looked like molten gold. If he wasn't my brother, I would have fell in love with him. Well he wasn't actually my brother, but we were considered brother and sister by most people.
After what seemed like a whole lifetime, the pain finally came to an abrupt stop. I sat up, groaning instantly. My body felt sore and stretched.
"What... happened?" I murmured, looking around.
I was lying on a metal table, my nodachi leaning up against it. A syringe was laying on it's side next to me. I grabbed it.
'Hawk DNA-Metamorphosis Serum.' I read.
A scraggly, old man was laying on the floor, blood streaming out of his eardrums. I could instantly tell he was dead.
'That must've been because I screamed.' I thought.
I stood up, but instantly stumbled. There was an unfamiliar weight on my back. I looked over my shoulder, instantly clawing at the two new ligaments on my back.
Two jet black wings twitched sporadically, unfamiliarly.

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Fifteen Years With Only a Single Star
FanfictionYuka was sent away from her home island in the North Blue when she was very young to protect herself. She was sent away from her nine-year old brother and her three friends with a scarf, a sweatshirt, a kiss on the cheek, and a promise to meet again...